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3/09/2013

The
ghost of his past keeps Aaron “Chance” Dumont from settling into his new
relationship with Rory. Tired of coming in second place to a memory, Rory
fights back in his own way with tragic results. Realizing that second chances
in life are rare, Chance finally makes a decision…and then the past walks
through his door.

EXCERPT

Into
my bar, at ten o'clock on a Saturday night strolled a man I'd thought I never
would see again. I sat up a little straighter and my hand clenched so tight
around my snifter of whiskey I was surprised it wasn't immediately crushed.
There was no mistaking the miserable bastard.

If I
hadn't recognized the fine black hair, straight and newly streaked with silver
at the temples, if the blue eyes hadn't pierced my soul to the quick in a
brutal assault, if the tall lanky figure weren't so very familiar, I'd still
have known him.

Because
my body recognized him. My heart raced, my blood heated, and the dick that had
been completely un-swayed by Rory's charm the other day hammered against the
zip of my jeans in immediate demand.

His
gaze swept the room and a silent hush seemed to follow in its wake. Blue eyes
settled on me, and he strode confidently forward. I remembered every tiny
detail of his face: thin aquiline nose, narrow lips, tight jaw. When his eyes
met mine they heated and sparkled and I fought to stay still, to stay on my stool.
Leaping up and running forward to embrace my ex wasn't going to happen.

He
stopped at Rory's stool next to me, and I shouldn't have been surprised when
his hand fell on my thigh. I was proud of the fact that I neither jumped nor
flinched when a thin fingered hand squeezed my thigh through my jeans. I didn't
have the strength to push him away—never that, but I didn't react the way he
thought I would, and I marked that up as a point in favor of my having learned
at least some of the harsh lessons this guy had taught me.

The
heat of his touch disturbed me; the equilibrium his very appearance had thrown
off balance spun out of control. I heaved a deep, relieved breath when he broke
eye contact with me and turned to Gerry. "I'll take a scotch on the
rocks."

Gerry
nodded, and I could see the curiosity in his youthful face, but I didn't have
the wherewithal to explain. Instead I gathered enough of my inner reserves to
speak. "Cannon. Long time."

He
sat on the stool and smiled at me. "I’m divorced. And out. Told my family.
Hazel was justifiably upset, hence the divorce. Craig didn't give a shit; he
still hates me and probably always will. Seth... Seth wants to meet you."

That
last bit caught me taking a steadying sip from my glass and ended with me
choking on it. "What?"

He
ignored my question while I took another fortifying drink. "Told my
bosses. Turns out as long as I'm not flirting with the patients on the
operating table, they don't care. Or can't legally care, which amounts to the
same thing in the long run."

"Cannon..."
What the fuck?

"Those
were the things you asked of me, Aaron. You said when I was single and out to
come and find you. Here I am." He stared at me expectantly.

3/08/2013

This one is an anthology of super short (about 1K per each), hot fiction. I have four stories in it...

The Captain's Cabin

While the captain and first mate negotiate a shipment, Mick cleans the captain's cabin then strips down to wait, avoiding the threat of watching instead of participating in their sexual play.

EXCERPT

Mick opened the portholes to let some air into the hot and muggy captain's cabin. The rest of the crew was ashore in the mangy harbor town drinking and fucking, so it was safe enough no matter how rowdy things got when Robbie and the Captain returned. The fresh sea air tempted him to linger, but he had a deadline to meet.

His lovers had rowed ashore with the crew to negotiate a shipment of rum for their next port call at Charleston in the colonies. He'd wanted to go too, to find his land legs, but Devlin had taken one look at the state of his cabin and assured Mick that if he wanted to sit he'd attend to his chores. The threat of a whipping hadn't caused Mick's frenzied cleaning though. No. It was Robbie's thoughtfully tacked on suggestion that perhaps Mick would be better punished by being made to watch the evening's activities from the captain's straight-back chair instead of occupying his accustomed position between the two men.

He'd rushed to get the place ship-shape before they returned. The whitewashed cabin was neat as a pin, whatever the fuck that meant. It was something he'd picked up from Robbie. His lordship, the first mate. Mick shivered. Robbie was...if he'd had to choose between the Captain with his broad shoulders and piercing blue eyes, and Robbie's slender elegance, he'd have been hard pressed to decide. His captain could be rough, abrupt and harsh, but Robbie's punishments were always the more devastating.

Spin the Bottle

Corey takes his seat in the circle, ready for his chance to spin the bottle, but Tarek's shocking revelation brings his dreams crashing down.

EXCERPT

Laughter and squeals greeted Corey as he descended the narrow stairwell into Amir's basement. He followed the sounds down the dark hallway into the game room. A large punch bowl on a side table held everyone's keys. Corey clenched his fist around the key to his own Mustang. Not this time. He shoved the keys in his pocket. Hopefully when it came time to split up, they'd be too drunk to notice him leaving alone.

Several people lounged in the dark corners, mostly established couples who had no interest in Amir's games. Others sat in a circle on the carpeted floor.

His gaze was drawn instantly to the handsome Amir, seated cross legged in the circle, his hand poised over the empty beer bottle.

"Spin, spin, spin." The guests chanted, giggling and eyeing each other speculatively.

This would be his night. Their night. He stepped forward to fill an empty space in the circle. A hard hand closed on his forearm. "Why the fuck do you let him do this to you every week?"

Corey shook off the grip. His skin burned where Tarek, Amir's older brother, had touched him. His glance was drawn again to Amir, who watched them intently. "Do what?"

"He's never going to give you what you want."

"Come play, Corey. This might be your lucky night." Amir laughed, pointing to the spot Corey had been heading for.

His Lordship's Journal

In a time where society dictates that to be together is to court death, an aristocrat cannot resist finding every excuse to be near his estate manager.

EXCERPT

You sit across the room at the small mahogany desk, stooped over a heavy ledger chewing the tip of a pen in concentration. Your brow furrows just a bit, adding up the columns to double check. It's a waste of your time, because I just reviewed the quarterly accounts, and I know exactly where the error in figuring occurred. The chandler has overcharged for the beeswax candles used at last night's ball. It's a mere few pounds difference, and not worth fussing over, but it keeps you inside.

You appear a little out of place in the study my long suffering mother decorated for me. She doesn't understand why you can't just use the estate manager's office like your father did. I'm not entirely sure you understand my reasoning either. My father, the late Earl, met with his estate manager once a week for an accounting. I can't go that long without seeing you.

I know you'd rather be out there, riding the lands, checking the fields and talking with my people. You're very much a hands-on manager, but I want you here, where I can peek under my lashes at you and remember.

Your face looks almost exactly like that when you concentrate on pleasure...perhaps a little more flushed, more intense. The calculations have your eyes narrowed in frustration. You think I'm being too demanding.

In other settings you love that demand...

Tarek's Rule

Would it be foolish or unkind for Tarek to take advantage of Corey's disappointment with Amir's duplicity to press his own suit?

EXCERPT

Tarek leaned in close to Corey. Admittedly, he thought the young man might run back to Amir. He curled a hand around Corey's tense neck, massaging gently before guiding his chin up to kiss his lips lightly. Pulling back from their first kiss in the basement had tested his willpower. He'd wanted so much more.

Corey gasped. "How did you know he was cheating?"

Tarek traced the tip of his tongue over Corey's full lower lip, trying to steal another taste of temptation. "I taught him how...the floor's uneven. It's all physics."

"I thought someday he'd realize..."

"He loves you, Corey. But not like I do." He glided his tongue along the narrow top lip, nibbling gently with his teeth at the plump bottom one.

"I think—"

Encouraged, Tarek tugged Corey closer until he could feel the man's cock stirring. He ground against Corey, loving the tiny whimper that elicited. "You think too much. Just feel." He was pushing Corey hard, he knew that, taking advantage, but damn it, he'd waited years.

"Like this?" He brought their mouths together again, no teasing this time, just taking. His tongue plunged deep, seeking and finding places that made Corey groan and whimper. His hands dropped down, tracing their way back up under Corey's T-shirt, finding bare skin.

New Release Today!

This collection of short, sexy flash fiction is even on sale at 20% off!

I have four stories in this anthology.

The Captain's
Cabin

While the captain and first
mate negotiate a shipment, Mick cleans the captain's cabin then strips down to
wait, avoiding the threat of watching instead of participating in their sexual
play.

EXCERPT

Mick opened the portholes to
let some air into the hot and muggy captain's cabin. The rest of the crew was
ashore in the mangy harbor town drinking and fucking, so it was safe enough no
matter how rowdy things got when Robbie and the Captain returned. The fresh sea
air tempted him to linger, but he had a deadline to meet.

His lovers had rowed ashore
with the crew to negotiate a shipment of rum for their next port call at Charleston in the
colonies. He'd wanted to go too, to find his land legs, but Devlin had taken
one look at the state of his cabin and assured Mick that if he wanted to sit
he'd attend to his chores. The threat of a whipping hadn't caused Mick's
frenzied cleaning though. No. It was Robbie's thoughtfully tacked on suggestion
that perhaps Mick would be better punished by being made to watch the evening's
activities from the captain's straight-back chair instead of occupying his
accustomed position between the two men.

He'd rushed to get the place
ship-shape before they returned. The whitewashed cabin was neat as a pin,
whatever the fuck that meant. It was something he'd picked up from Robbie. His lordship, the first mate. Mick
shivered. Robbie was...if he'd had to choose between the Captain with his broad
shoulders and piercing blue eyes, and Robbie's slender elegance, he'd have been
hard pressed to decide. His captain could be rough, abrupt and harsh, but
Robbie's punishments were always the more devastating.

Spin the Bottle

Corey takes his seat in the
circle, ready for his chance to spin the bottle, but Tarek's shocking
revelation brings his dreams crashing down.

EXCERPT

Laughter and squeals greeted Corey as he descended
the narrow stairwell into Amir's basement. He followed the sounds down the dark
hallway into the game room. A large punch bowl on a side table held everyone's
keys. Corey clenched his fist around the key to his own Mustang. Not this time.
He shoved the keys in his pocket. Hopefully when it came time to split up,
they'd be too drunk to notice him leaving alone.

Several people lounged in the dark corners, mostly
established couples who had no interest in Amir's games. Others sat in a circle
on the carpeted floor.

His gaze was drawn instantly to the handsome Amir,
seated cross legged in the circle, his hand poised over the empty beer bottle.

"Spin, spin, spin." The guests chanted,
giggling and eyeing each other speculatively.

This would be his night. Their night. He stepped
forward to fill an empty space in the circle. A hard hand closed on his
forearm. "Why the fuck do you let him do this to you every week?"

Corey shook off the grip. His skin burned where
Tarek, Amir's older brother, had touched him. His glance was drawn again to
Amir, who watched them intently. "Do what?"

"He's never going to give you what you
want."

"Come play, Corey. This might be your lucky
night." Amir laughed, pointing to the spot Corey had been heading for.

His Lordship's Journal

In a time where society
dictates that to be together is to court death,
an aristocrat cannot resist finding every excuse to be near his estate
manager.

EXCERPT

You sit across the room at the small mahogany desk,
stooped over a heavy ledger chewing the tip of a pen in concentration. Your
brow furrows just a bit, adding up the columns to double check. It's a waste of your time, because I just
reviewed the quarterly accounts, and I know exactly where the error in figuring
occurred. The chandler has overcharged for the beeswax candles used at last
night's ball. It's a mere few pounds difference, and not worth fussing over,
but it keeps you inside.

You appear a little out of place in the study my long
suffering mother decorated for me. She doesn't understand why you can't just
use the estate manager's office like your father did. I'm not entirely sure you
understand my reasoning either. My father, the late Earl, met with his estate
manager once a week for an accounting. I can't go that long without seeing you.

I know you'd rather be out there, riding the lands,
checking the fields and talking with my people. You're very much a hands-on
manager, but I want you here, where I can peek under my lashes at you and
remember.

Your face looks almost exactly like that when you
concentrate on pleasure...perhaps a little more flushed, more intense. The
calculations have your eyes narrowed in frustration. You think I'm being too
demanding.

In other settings you love that demand...

Tarek's Rule

Would it be foolish or unkind
for Tarek to take advantage of Corey's disappointment with Amir's duplicity to
press his own suit?

EXCERPT

Tarek leaned in close to Corey. Admittedly, he
thought the young man might run back to Amir.
He curled a hand around Corey's tense neck, massaging gently before
guiding his chin up to kiss his lips lightly.
Pulling back from their first kiss in the basement had tested his
willpower. He'd wanted so much more.

Corey gasped. "How did you know he was
cheating?"

Tarek traced the tip of his tongue over Corey's full
lower lip, trying to steal another taste of temptation. "I taught him
how...the floor's uneven. It's all physics."

"I thought someday he'd realize..."

"He loves you, Corey. But not like I do."
He glided his tongue along the narrow top lip, nibbling gently with his teeth
at the plump bottom one.

"I think—"

Encouraged, Tarek tugged Corey closer until he could
feel the man's cock stirring. He ground against Corey, loving the tiny whimper
that elicited. "You think too much. Just feel." He was pushing Corey
hard, he knew that, taking advantage, but damn it, he'd waited years.

"Like this?" He brought their mouths
together again, no teasing this time, just taking. His tongue plunged deep, seeking and finding
places that made Corey groan and whimper.
His hands dropped down, tracing their way back up under Corey's T-shirt,
finding bare skin.

You can click on the link below to check it out at the Breathless Press Website...

3/07/2013

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton? well, once again it's flannel because it's winter here in Canada.

What are you wearing? nothing. The sheets and down duvet keep me sufficiently warm.

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight? some sweet wine and strawberries

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find? I don't have a night stand, silly, but if you open that dresser drawer you might find some...treasures ;)

Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night? I roll up like a burrito in the covers, unless I'm cuddling with someone, then I wrap myself around them...teehee

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up? Absolutely! As long as you don't mind my cold feet warming up between your legs? No? oh, then I'll use your calves then.

What are we reading? CHOCOLATE, SEX AND OTHER TASTY TREATS FOR THE SOUL.

Marnie Harder wants what her sisters have found - love. One sister found it on-line, so why couldn't she? Bi-sexual female seeking committed menage. Rather than to view internet porn, she's determined to use her computer time more wisely, and decides to find a website catering to her sexual orientation where she can place an ad.

Before she gets that far, she discovers her new neighbors, Madison Williams and Drake Ellison, are as attracted to her as she is to them. The night Madison knocks on her door to "borrow" something, turns into a lust-filled evening with the two that Marnie won't soon forget. Leave it to her family and a meddling monkey to spoil the morning after.

But in the wake of candy wrappers, wild passion, and broken furniture, will Marnie find what she's been looking for?

Chocolate, Sex and Love - nothing better for your soul.

EXCERPT:

“Guess we should open the door,” Marnie said. When Madison made no move to cover up or get dressed, she asked, “Aren’t you going to put your clothes on?”

Madison put her hands on hips. “Why? It’s not like he hasn’t seen the goods before. Besides, he knew I was coming over here.”

“He did?” Marnie raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Yeah. He knew I was interested in you.” She squished Marnie’s cheeks together before planting a firm kiss to her lips. “He wants me to be happy, and he knows women make me happy too. Now open the door.”

Madison stifled a chuckle when Marnie closed her robe and tied the sash. Why bother? she thought but didn’t say. She hoped the three of them would be rolling around on a mattress by the end of an hour, if not sooner.

Blushing to the deepest shade of red ever known to mankind, Marnie opened the door. Where had her confident woman gone—the same babe who demanded she lie on the table like a banquet?

“Hi.” Marnie greeted Drake, one hand holding the top of her robe closed.

“Hey,” Drake said, popping a handful of candy into his mouth. He gave Marnie the once over then peered over her shoulder, one eyebrow quirking up when he caught sight of Madison’s naked form. “Well, well, well,” he snickered. “Been busy, haven’t we?”

“Trying to,” Madison retorted. “What are you doing here?”

Marnie gestured for him to enter, so he did. “I was trying to give you alone time with your wannabe honey, but I got restless. Thought I’d take myself for a walk when I heard a crash. Sounded like it came from in here. Everything okay?”

“I owe Marnie a table,” Madison admitted.

“It’s no big deal,” Marnie assured them. “If I hadn’t asked her to get on top of it, it might still be standing.”

Drake closed the door behind him before poking his head through the kitchen doorway. “Leave it to you, love muffin,” he chuckled. He turned to Marnie. “She is quite the meal, isn’t she?”

Madison loved how Marnie flushed an even deeper shade of red. She put an arm around her. “Why are you so shy all of a sudden?”

“I’m not,” Marnie insisted with a toss of her chestnut hair.

“You’re redder than a lobster fresh out of the pot,” she teased, pressing a kiss to the side of her temple.

Drake draped an arm around Madison’s shoulder and placed a firm kiss to her lips. “Mmm…” He swiped his tongue over her lips. “Mm.” Then his tongue invaded Madison’s mouth.

Madison sighed. How great is this? I’ve found two lovers who can kiss in such an awesome manner. “Mmm…chocolate.”

Drake chuckled. “You know I can’t resist this candy. Or pussy. But it’s not just you I taste.” He turned his intense blue-eyed stare on Marnie.

Drake’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Three-way?” He put his hands together as if he was praying and repeated the word ‘please’ over and over.

Marnie giggled. “Well, if you’re both going to beg…”

Drake let go of Madison and hugged Marnie, kissing her soundly on the lips. “You are gorgeous, and ever since Madison told me she had a thing for you, I’ve been praying you would be up for the two of us.”

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Be Yourself

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. ~e.e. cummings, 1955